Dun dun dun dun

Diggity dun dun

The bigger the breda the harder the hitter

The harder the punch you thump

The fact of the matter I′m bigger and badder

I couldn't be unsung(?)

I beg all these rappers infesting their addicts

And stealing your money sprung

Dun dun dun dippin′ out of that

Dun little man ting

I can't be Wiz could know that that shit

If I'm on a mission tryna be the king

That′s kinda dumb

Dun diggin in a rut

Tryna see if something shinier than what I′m diggin' with

Disciplinin′ and I vision it

Bigger fish they want a minaret(?)

I'm not a copycat

But the classmates wan′ copy man

I act and camouflage a little bit

I feel a little violated if I'm honest

And a nigga lookin′ at me in the wrong way

Is going one way

I'm on a runway

I'm on a plane now

I′m going somewhere

They wanna level with me

That′s someday

I'm on big big big business

Come with the pen and pad

They couldn′t know that this lit man and little man

Dem mans a little fish

I'm kinda oceanic

Did you get my drift?

Dem on a dep dep dep goose

Struttin′ down the high street in a noose

Somethin' that′s my wave I recoup

What I spend I ain't really tryna lose

Nothin' I′m dun

Ay you know what? The whole ting dun

Ain′t lying fam the whole ting dun

Said the whole ting dun

(Meth: dun dun dun dun diggity dun dun)

It's like, dun, dun dun

Diggity dun dun

Look at the thump

Look at the gun

Look at the run

Back of the tracks, uh

Back in the basement

Back in the raps

Back in the trap

Packin′ a mac in the back of the Ac'

What happened to rap?

Can happen to you I just happen to rap

And this where it′s happening at

Where rapping is back

I'm asking what happened to that?

Too many flashin the vac(?)

Two and they′re flasher than racks

Two in your back

I'm doing ya two and a half cause ya'll wasn′t doing the math

This algorithm

Just a fraction I′m so efficient

While in addition

I'm subtracting they whole division

With precision

Written by yours truly

Who he?

Old schooly

Freshmen do not move me (Oo-wee)

Nothing to prove

When you ain′t got nothin', nothin′ to lose

You bruise, you will be nothin' but blue

Cause I ain′t got nothin' to do

Methods the dude

The room is lit, I'm setting the mood

Setting the rude

Turn a vegan to a vegetable

Ay, trappin′ and rackin′ up

Stashin' a atticore(?)

Shackles in Attica

As if I as if I

Back in the traf and dem fatty

I rap-at-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat

Don′t interrupt man

You nowhere near bad enough

Tryna catch up with that